Defying voice? wounds,
And the call of sweet hopes,
I go into exile ashes homeland
On the road to shake off clothes.
In molkny, heart sleepy whisper,
Habits of an old weak voice,
forgive, limit unfavorable,
Where the light saw the first time I!
Sorry, sumraçnıe,
Where my days flowed into silence,
Filled with passion and sloth
And dreams of thoughtful souls. —
My brother, a dangerous separation day
All the thoughts of the heart - about you.
The last time compress the hands
And subdued, we fate.
Bless escape poet
somewhere in the excitement of the world
My voice is sometimes
He silenced under heaven trepidation, With distant
dream?,
One sad
Quenched side in the alien.
The hour desired
And a favorable Slavician
To my grave bezimyannoy
